Unexpected Threesome Ch. 56

"No, I think you've covered the ground pretty well."

"OK, well, morning tea time is up, so we'd better get back to our work."

In a way, Ellen's talk had been cathartic.

The male in me had wanted to physically interact with them for months; not just have sex with them, but, as Ellen put it, fondle, hug and touch them up. But being the well brought up male I was, I had resisted any inclination to cross what might be their boundaries. Now I not only had permission to do it, but was encouraged to.

Being invited to have sex with them last night had been fantastic, but it didn't of itself give me open slather for the future. The talk really put the rules on the table, with the real takeaway almost being there aren't any. Well, none that did anything but encourage what I'd already fantasised about doing.

So it was a slightly different feeling when I went out to the kitchen for lunch to find Ellen there. The kitchen in the house is a long narrow room, with a door at one narrow end and a serve through into the dining room on one of the long sides. So Ellen hadn't seen me until I walked through the door to find her at the fridge just inside the door.

She immediately turned and faced me, so closely our chests were in contact, dropping one hand to fondle my manhood, while she placed the other on my chest...

"I was just making some toasted sandwiches for lunch with the leftovers of the roast lamb we had last night. Would you like one?"

The sudden intimacy with Ellen's all but naked body against mine had, what I dare say, was the effect she wanted. Remarkably quickly, she got a full erection sheathed in my swimmers; helped to no small extent by the way she wrapped her hand around it and jerked it as soon as she got enough of a reaction to do that. But the nipples that were soon pushing out the material of her bikini top indicated I wasn't the only one affected.

I was tempted to ask 'one what' with a sexual innuendo about it, but gave her a straight answer.

"That'd be great."

"OK. Amy has to work through lunch so I'm making one for her too. Would you like to carve the lamb while I get the bread ready? Grab a knife while I get the stuff out of the fridge."

I picked out a carving knife from the draw and turned back just as Ellen was bending deeply to get the lamb from the bottom shelf of the fridge. With five adults and four young kids in the family, the fridge is bursting at the seams. Since the lamb had drifted to the back, she had to shuffle around a lot of bowls and plates to extract it, so I had a moment to study the rather attractive sight of her bottom in the air with her crotch fully in view.

Seeing them bent over in their bikinis has always been a delight. It highlights the sculptured beauty of their legs, the perfection of the curve of their bottoms and the flawlessness of their stretched skin.

With their small, tightly fitted bikini pants, something equivalent to a camel toe, or at least a fold of material into their crease is a pretty common sight. With the crease down the front of her mons, Amy's is usually the most provocative, but Ellen's no slouch in the sexualised crotch game.

With a new permission to take an interest in such things and Amy's little story about Ellen's larger than normal clit, I viewed it with a new perspective; realising that, in her arousal, her outer labia had escaped the confines of the very narrow gusset of her pants and that there was a very pronounced dimple in the material drawn up against the floor of her vulva; very likely her swollen clit.

To say that had an effect on my state of arousal would be a massive understatement; helped considerably by the way her hips swayed about as she shuffled the plates. It created the sense of an invitation, whether or not one was intended.

The message that Ellen herself had given me a few hours ago came to the forefront of my mind. Putting the knife safely on the work bench, I stepped in behind Ellen while she was still bent over; recognising it was probably only a matter of seconds before she'd finish ferreting around in the fridge and stood up.

Putting one hand over her head to make sure she didn't jump up and bash her head on the bottom of the freezer door, I reached the fingers of the other hand between her legs and gently slid them across the dimple in her bikini pants.

Amy wasn't wrong. Compared to the only two other clits I've fingered in my life, that was a big clit, even when only touched through the gusset of her bikini pants. It was also a sensitive one. Far from jumping up and bashing her head, it was almost like Ellen folded more deeply and moaned.

She already had her hand on the lamb roast, so I guided her, with my hand still between her legs, as I backed her out of the fridge, let her put the lamb on the bench, then moved her down to a clearer part of the bench. As I sort of half pushed, half suggested she bend herself over the bench, she all but threw herself there.

Ellen's a tall 182cm (6ft) with really long legs. When she bends over a standard bench, her mons isn't even resting on it, but is instead elevated over it; more so when she stands on her toes.

But then, I'm 192cm (6'4").

Unlike when I'd fingered Amy, I decided I now had clear permission to go under her bikini pants. Slipping in from the side, I felt the firm, damp and slippery flesh of her engorged bud. From the angle I'd approached it, my thumb had to do most of the work, with some help from my forefinger as I tweaked the extension of her clit gently between my digits.

I bent over the bench, half over her, half alongside her; my erection pushed against her hip to ask her between moans...

"Can Amy wait for her lunch?"

"She doesn't have any choice."

Coming in from behind and the side like I had, made it really uncomfortable to get a good approach to fingering her clit. I pulled my finger out, leaned completely over her back, my erection now pushed into the length of her bum crack, as I slipped my hand around the front of her thigh and down the front of her bikini pants.

The noises Ellen was making quickly told me that was working even better; her breathing was really heavy and her moans reminiscent of those I'd got from her that morning. Then in a quiet, breathless voice she started chanting...

"Fuck me. Fuck me now. Quickly, get it in."

Still fingering her with one hand, I lifted my front away from her enough to unsheathe my erection and pull my swimmers down to my upper thighs.

Her bikini pants didn't have string tie sides. Her legs were spread wide, making pulling them down far enough difficult. I decided the quickest thing was to pull the gusset aside. Even as Ellen could feel me complying with her instructions, she was still moaning...

"Hurry, get it in. Fuck me."

I located the tip of my erection in her vagina and gave it a push. I found her wet and open, my erection slipping easily into her. She let out a groan of pleasure before changing her chant to...

"Go to town on me. I mean really go to town on me."

I pulled her a little bit back off the bench to give me a better angle and more room for the hand still fingering her as I started thrusting; half bent over her and now slipping my free hand under her breast to tweak her nipple. But it seems Ellen wanted even more as even more breathlessly she demanded...

"Faster, harder, really bang me."

I tried to comply by upping my rate, but it seemingly wasn't enough...

"Come on. Fuck me. Really go to town on me."

I'd always thought one had to be a gentle lover. This was a new experience for me. But Ellen's voice and manner was so insistent, I felt I had to comply. I did as she asked; fucking her like crazy, almost lifting her butt off the bench with every thrust.

Ellen certainly responded, at first grunting and then groaning with every thrust...

"AH...AH...AH...OH...OH...Oh..."

You could sense something was building inside her. Something big. Really big.

Mind you, I was getting pretty excited myself. I'd never fucked a woman bent over a kitchen bench before and certainly hadn't, as Ellen had so eloquently put it, gone to town on one like Ellen was having me do to her. I was grunting like crazy, just with the energy I was having to put into it.

Ellen wasn't gripping me all that hard, so while my cock felt fantastic and was loving every thrust, I wasn't going to blow my load just yet. But just the experience of being able to get so excited as I worked myself up to such intense sex was a life experience in itself.

But Ellen was the one getting really worked up. She might not have been screaming in the way Amy does, but the way she expressed and vocalised her excitement was more than enough. When the moment of her climax came it was pretty dramatic. She cried out...

"OOOHHHHAAAHHHHHHHHH..."

At the same time, she started squirting; projecting it into my crotch and soaking my swimmers where they hung off my upper thigh.

She tightened her grip on my as she called out...

"Keep going...keep going..."

Now I was brewing up, but it seemed like Ellen wasn't finished yet either. Building to another crescendo, she came again, again squirting all over me. The powerful contractions that I felt pummel my cock even as I kept thrusting and Ellen's ever tightening grip were the final undoing of me. I couldn't hold back as I let go with an almighty...

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH..oh...AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH..."

I just had this incredible desire to keep thrusting with every pulse; seemingly prolonging my orgasm as pulse after pulse shot up my erection. I think Ellen came again; no squirting this time as far as I could tell, but I was so wrapped up in my own orgasm, frankly someone could have been hitting me on the head with a hammer and I wouldn't have noticed.

Mine went on for so long, I started to wonder if Ellen wouldn't tell me to give up on it. But spent from her climaxes, she just lay there taking it, moaning softly with each additional thrust.

Eventually it stopped and I collapsed spent over Ellen's back, panting crazily.

I'd nearly recovered when I heard Ellen blurt out...

"Oh god, I needed that. What a release. That was fantastic."

She paused for a second before adding...

"Sorry about the squirting. I don't often do that. Only when I really get out of control. You were stimulating my g spot like you couldn't believe."

We laid there, me still on top of her for more than a few moments. I still had this big, fat, hard erection buried in her and for some reason, didn't want to take it out. But a gradual softening, combined with the need to make lunch, eventually required me to withdraw.

What a mess we'd make. My swimmers were soaked and I had Ellen's squirting running down my leg to a puddle on the floor which now had my cum and her juices dripping into it too. Ellen's bikini pants we soaked too; also in a combination of cum, her juices and her squirting.

Still half over the bench, Ellen turned to me...

"Come outside. I'll hose us down before I clean up the floor."

The door out to the side courtyard was closer than any bathroom, so if we didn't want to leave a dripping trail through the house, it was a pretty good idea.

Ellen led us over to the hose, turned it on and directed its flow at my crotch and legs, washing out the swimmers in the process...

"Take off your swimmers."

I slipped them off my legs, leaving me standing naked. Ellen took them in her hand and gave them a further good soaking, before hanging them on the pool fence. Then she turned the hose on her own lower half, soaking the bikini pants in situ before dropping them off and washing them like she'd washed mine.

Lifting one of the pool towels also hung over the fence, she passed it to me...

"You go first."

I took it and dried my legs and crotch before passing it to her and watched with some pleasure as she dried herself too...

"I think we'll take this in to wipe the floor down. I'll clean it properly later."

Both of us retreated to our rooms to get dry pants and met back in the kitchen. Ellen had already dried the floor and was buttering the bread for the toasted sandwiches.

I went and stood alongside her to start carving the left over roast into thin slices. She gently bumped my hip with hers as she cheekily asked...

"Well, was that a bit of fun?"

I wasn't quite sure how to answer that. I'd never had that sort of sex before. The answer was definitely 'yes', but just saying 'yes' somehow seemed inadequate. I settled on...

"It was pretty special."

But after a moment, I added...

"What made you say that 'you really needed that?"

Ellen looked at me, a smile on her face as I could tell she was considering her answer.

"Passion, I suppose. It's something that has been missing from our lives that was so important before."

Her face turned to contemplative as she continued.

"You know, we're all scared of mentioning our past. We're so careful about not interlocking the names of our lost ones with the present. It's not helped by Ned having been both our lover and your dad. But I think it's time to move on from that and not pretend they somehow didn't exist or aren't interlocked with our future.

Sex in our family with Ned, Amy, Liddy and myself was always about more than just tickling up a certain part to an orgasm. It was used to express deep love and was also used to express an equally deep lustful, passionate desire. And us girls needed both of those from Ned from time to time and the latter involved some pretty crazy full on sex.

You can't duplicate that with a dildo. It needs another person.

We're feeling our way around at the moment, in more ways than one.

We've surrendered to our sexual desires, but we haven't really worked out how to deal with our feelings towards each other. We certainly feel a deep affection. We've proved we feel lust. But I don't think any of us know what to do about a love aspect to our relationship. Maybe there's a sense that it's too early to express or even feel a love for someone else.

So for the time being, deep affection and lust will have to do.

And in a way, nothing shows lust more than crazy passionate sex.

Does that make sense?"

Ellen had touched on some very relevant topics. Whether I'd put them together in the way she had, I wasn't sure. But I could honestly answer...

"Yea, sort of.

I thought passionate sex like that could hurt the women?"

"I've read cowgirl can be pretty dangerous for the guys too, if the girl isn't careful. Which we always are. But yes, sometimes it can hurt a bit. Most of the time, the excitement and passion overwhelm any discomfort. If it doesn't then I -- and Amy -- rely on you listening to us if we ask you to stop. But it's never come to that."

"You can rest assured of that. As it was I was really inhibited about hurting you."

"Yea, your dad was like that at first. It took a lot of training to get him to really let go. But actually, the simple fact is both you and you dad have or had a sort of safety cut-out even when you thought you were complying with my request. It's not in your nature to do something that might hurt us, so you still hold back to what's reasonable."

While talking, Ellen had put the sandwiches in the frying pan and turned them. She pulled one out and put it on a plate, handing me the spatula...

"Here, mind the other two. I'd better take this into Amy."

I watched lustfully as she walked down the hall to Amy's office and after pulling out the sandwiches intended for us, equally lustfully as she returned. It was quite interesting to be freed from any guilt associated with my eyes being attracted to the girls' seductive beauty and sexual allure.

With the au pair home from the park with the kids, Liddy awake from her morning sleep after a late night shift and both Amy and I finished our must do work, the Saturday afternoon went normally enough. At least if you call normal being in the middle of four very attractive women running around in such small bikinis they were all but naked, while the kids frolicked under our supervision in the pool.

Because both Liddy and the au pair were dressed in much the same sort of bikinis as Amy and Ellen.

As I've mentioned, Liddy was effectively our step mother and while she came along well after the time we needed any mothering beyond having someone to talk to older and more experienced than ourselves, it was still strange to have your 'mother' presenting herself in such a sexualised manner.

Liddy can certainly get away with it. Having grown up in New York in a very orthodox Jewish community with strict modesty rules, her skin basically didn't see the sun until she was well into her fifties. And since her impressive breasts are, shall we say, not originals, having being imposed by her mother in her late teenage years to produce the right sort of bustle under her modest clothing to attract the right sort of Jewish boy, they're not lacking perkiness. All of which explains why she looks about fifteen to twenty years younger than she is.

Already aware of the newly formed arrangements between Ellen, Amy and myself, Liddy has given her blessing to them while making it clear she's way too old to be part of it.

As for the au pair, well she's fantastic and completely invaluable in her role and a not unattractive young lady in her mid-twenties who has her own very active social life. But, at home, she has keenly embraced the minimal and showy clothing vibe of the other girls and seems unfazed by the possibility of me, as the only male in the household, being inappropriately distracted by her appearance. Nor, I have quickly learned, is she fazed by the increasingly common appearance of me with an erection induced by the other girls.

With our emphasis on entertaining the kids, the room for actual sexual play was limited; and appropriately so. But that didn't stop my body from showing some reaction to all the naked women frolicking about around me.

This wasn't the first Saturday we'd all played in the pool. But somehow, having been given specific permission to lustfully perve at them and knowing there was likely to be some sort of orgy tonight, made me far more sensitive to their presence as hard as I tried not to be. But I suppose 'hard' was the key word and there were moments I found myself just that.

The kids of course are oblivious to all the goings on and we make sure they remained that way.

Once the kids were in bed after their early dinner then it seemed the gloves came off, so to speak. This was after all the first evening after our relationship had become sexual and I really, until that moment, had no idea of what the expression 'we like fondling you too' really meant.

It was my turn to cook dinner. I'd assumed I'd be left alone to do it -- as I had mostly previously been. But Ellen and Amy were hanging around the kitchen like a bad smell. Not actually helping, except with entertaining conversation, I soon got the vide they were really there to perve at me.

Amy taking me for her exercise runs and workouts meant my body was in reasonably good shape. Like dad, I had always been of a slim build and had never let that go. But I was certainly now more muscular. Not obscenely in a body builder sort of way, but just enough to give me some degree of ripped abs and reasonably good muscle definition over most of my body.

Their close presence had left me with some degree of arousal -- something of a half mongrel -- but I was getting used to ignoring that. But that in part had been brought on by twittering that I could hear behind me that sounded very much like you might hear from two males perving at a half dressed woman. I couldn't entirely make out what they were whispering, but its general vide was clear enough. And as a male does, that made me be more displaying in my posture. But of course that cycle of display carries with it a sexual connotation which my loins reacted to.